Cat Goddess: Chapter two

Kirshia was standing in her bedroom, looking in the mirror and admiring her handy work. She had been working metals since she was just a Kit and had fashioned arm jewelry and body jewelry for herself. It twisted and curled along her arms and legs and around her stomach in a decent attempt to look like metallic vines. With a touch of Majick, she had made them into almost lifelike silver vines. She wore a bodice of black cloth with silver embroidery and a matching skirt with slits up the sides so you could see the metal working that climbed her legs. Tiny silver shoes with spiked heels attached to the silver work. Her tail twitched with pleasure at the costume. Kirshia was a Cub of sixteen years, tonight was her coming into adulthood celebration. There would be dishes and drinks enough to feed the world, and after the celebration, the food would be given to those who had fallen on hard times. 1

Kirshia made her way down to the garage and grabbed the keys to her Cycle. The Flight Maker 850 was her baby, her bike of speedy joy. She had earned the money to buy the best Cycle there was and had loved every minute she spent on the black, green, blue, purple, and silver machine. I had a paint job specifically designed to suit her, a gryphonic motif from the Ancient Myths. She started the Cycle, run by Majicks, rather than the outdated ancient technologies(they were just too messy and harmful), and set off for the old castle where her parents had rented out the ballroom for the Celebration. She was one of the youngest Cubs to gain adulthood in several centuries, due to the now long lives of the Kind(at least two or three hundred years), most did not gain Adulthood until their forties at the earliest. Kirshia was about to attain her passage not only into adulthood, but also into the highest ranks of the Magistrate. She would be one of those making decisions and passing laws for the better safety and health of the Kind and the Fey. She had chosen that position simply due to the ideas that she would be able to help the People as a whole. 2

She began driving down the long main road, headed for the Sapphire road. Passing the homes of many, colorful and fanciful, she began to pass the Woods. The Woods were the basis for may folk tales, they were embedded with Majick and spirits. It was here that she stopped. For no true reason that she could discern, and dismounted her Cycle. She walked into the woods and disappeared into the darkness.